When I was in the third grade, I transferred to a new school. It would be my fourth and final move to a new elementary school, mainly because my family moved around town a lot. I expected the first day of school to be difficult and confusing, but I made friends almost immediately after helping a kid open his milk carton. What I hadn’t yet realized was that lots of kids I knew from my previous schools were attending this one, which made me happy knowing that there were even more nice kids I could play with. But, there was one girl that I wasn’t so happy to see. She and I knew each other from the second grade, where our friendship ended because she tattled on me throwing wet globs of tissue paper on the ceiling of the girls’ bathroom. Naturally, we became mortal enemies after that. So, I avoided confronting her by going to the playground, where my group of friends hogged the jungle gym. I didn’t like climbing white-hot steel, so I played in the sandbox, which was further away from my classmates, under a shade. As I was building possibly the most beautiful moat and castle I’ve ever seen, a group of girls were marching towards me, …show more content…
Despite her tattling on me, which was, by far, possibly the biggest betrayal I had seen in my eight years of living. So, I left my group and walked over to the sandbox. I could see my old friend crying and felt nothing but sympathy. The bully turned to me; arms crossed and told me to leave, again. I ignored her and helped my old friend up off the ground. There was sand in her face and a bruise on her arm; they had not only been calling her names but physically hurting her. I asked if she was okay but she stayed silent. I looked back at the bullies, feeling angry but not enough to stoop down to their level and hurt them too. Instead, I did my best to try to scare them off by saying “I’m going to tell all your moms.” In response, the bully tried to apologize but I didn’t accept